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Days
Six days since he'd walked out on his best friends and left them to fight the greatest Dark Wizard of all time. Soon it would be a week. It made it all seem very final, somehow.
Here he was, lying on the bed in the spare room at Shell Cottage, staring at the ceiling miserably, alone and adrift without them.
He was awful stupid sometimes.
"Ron?" Fleur asked from the doorway, "Potterwatch is on, if you'd like to come down."
He smiled at her half-heartedly. "In a little bit."
He clicked the Deluminator, and the room was plunged into darkness.